Chapter four.
A little earlier,
Grey Mansion,
Grey Estate,
Seattle
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I need to remember to double check who is going to be attending the gala next week in City Hall.
Oh and I have to be sure Gail remembers Phoebe's having friends around for a sleepover for her birthday this weekend.
Shit, and it must be Luke's birthday soon. Damn, I'll have to get him a card.
"Oh Ana," Christian grunted in her ear as he thrust.
"Mmmm, baby," Ana cooed, grabbing Christian's back and scratching his skin. That pleased him, she could hear it in his low groan.
Damnit Kate needs a copy of my timetable for organising the photoshoot for Grace and Carrick's anniversary present!
"Oh shit," Ana said out loud, then kissed Christian's neck.
"Like that baby," Christian mumbled.
"Oh shit, yes," Ana called, feigning pleasure. Not that she wasn't enjoying the sex; sex was great. Even as they grew older Christian could fuck like a stallion. But sex was time consuming and tonight she really had too much on her mind to lose herself with her husband.
"I'm going to cum," Christian mumbled.
Perfect.
Ana pitched up her own moaning, running her hands through Christian's hair. It was still as thick and full as it had been when he was in his twenties, just specked with little bits of silver.
"Aww," Christian huffed, slumping forward a little and burying his face into Ana's shoulder, "Aw, baby," he mumbled then smiled.
"Hey, you," Ana laughed and kissed him softly.
"Hi," Christian smirked, kissing her back then chuckling himself, "So how was your day?"
"Busy," Ana said, "Yours?"
"Hectic," Christian sighed, rolling over and sighing, "It was so busy. I had a meeting with my PR team. It was good. I think I've got a good shot at breaking into politics, Ana. I don't want to sound big headed but I think I'm liked highly."
"Of course you are," Ana said firmly, "There's a reason people call you the Prince of Seattle; you're the city's hero. The amount of money you've put into underprivileged children schemes, the arts and all the different scholarships you've created. Even the veteran scheme, Christian."
"That was more a favour to Taylor," Christian pointed out.
"Christian, you're giving veterans grants for prosthetics and psychologists. Honestly, Christian. Never doubt yourself; you are loved. You'd make a fantastic candidate for the people. Honestly," Ana nodded, kissing Christian's naked shoulder, "You're a good man, Mr Grey."
"And behind every great man is an even better woman," Christian pointed out, kissing Ana gently before faltering when he heard the phone going.
"I'll get it," Ana smiled and climbed out of bed, "I need to clean myself up anyway,"
She picked the phone up off the bedside cabinet and walked through to the en suite to clean up, "Hello?"
"Urghup! Oh fucking hell."
"Sawyer?"Ana frowned, wincing when she heard her CPO being sick.
"That fucker drugged-urghup!" Luke started but it sounded as though he were vomiting again.
"Luke, what's happened?" Ana repeated worriedly. If he was sick on the job he wasn't able to keep Teddy safe. In fact, Taylor would have to make the call and return with Teddy. But what was that he'd said? He'd been spiked? Which 'fucker' had 'drugged' him? Surely not Teddy…
Ana felt her stomach sinking; she knew Teddy's promise to behave had been too good to be true. But surely he hadn't spiked Luke? Surely?
"He spiked my drink with a whole bottle of Ipecac and legged it. I can't move; I'm allergic to this shit. Jason's in the security room here," Luke moaned, "I can't get Jaso-urghup!"
Fuck sake Teddy.
"Luke, it's okay," Ana said firmly, hearing him choking down the phone, "It's okay, deep breaths. I'm going to call Reynolds right now. Get yourself to a hospital and I'll let Mr Grey know what's happened."
"He's at Mei's clarinet recital," Luke insisted, "I'm okay now. I'm okay-urghup-ow my stomach. I'm allergic."
"That's okay, Sawyer. You're not letting anyone down. I'm going to call Reynolds right now and let him know to get to you and Jason ASAP," Ana said firmly, devastated that her son would do something like this to one of their loyal bodyguards. Especially to Luke, the guard who had stood at Ana's side all through raising her children.
"I'm sorry," Luke groaned, "I'm so sorry."
"I'm sorry, Luke," Ana said, "God I can't fucking believe this!"
Christian appeared in the en suite, heading to the toilet to pee, "What's happened?" he asked over his shoulder.
"Teddy spiked Luke's drink with ipecac and he's gone again," Ana growled then went back to Luke, "I'm calling Reynolds right now."
"Jason's coming," Luke mumbled.
"Okay, Luke," Ana said and hung up, looking at her horrified husband, "He's bang out of line now. I can't believe he did that!"
"Jason will get him," Christian said firmly, "And you better believe he's going to be punished for this. I'm cutting his sorry ass off. Jesus, Ana," he growled, flushing the toilet and going to wash his hands, "Our Teddy did that?"
"Our Teddy spiked our bodyguard and now Sawyer's having an allergic reaction," Ana repeated to clarify for her husband, "Teddy doesn't know Luke's allergic but he was reckless enough to not give a damn about Luke. I swear to God we should have sent him to live with Ray when he first started to play up."
It had been Christian who'd been strict in keeping teddy with them and not sending him to living with Ray. He didn't want to pass their troubled son on to another man, especially one who'd been so ill lately. Three years later at Ray had sadly succumbed to his poor health which was still incredibly painful for Ana to dwell on. She had to wonder if having Teddy living with him in Portland would have given him a reason to keep himself well, to lose the weight which was straining his heart.
"There's no point dwelling," Christian said, shaking his head, "Lets get him home and hear him out-"
"Hear him out?!" Ana choked, "Christian, he harmed one of our employees! Luke can sue you if he wasn't so damn loyal. Stop being so passive about our son and get mad!"
"Ana I will hear him out and then I will get mad," Christian said firmly, walking through to the bedroom and pulling on his clothes, "I'm furious at him and I am incredibly sorry for Sawyer right now but I'm not going to lose the plot until I've spoken to Teddy calmly. He's getting cut from my bank account, that's for sure. But I want to hear what on earth went on through his head before I lose my temper."
Ana sighed but she knew Christian was right; going in guns blazing with Teddy did nothing. She'd learnt that. He wouldn't back down and instead argue back until nothing was resolved.
"Call Reynolds. Jason will keep our boy safe until we can crucify him," Christian said firmly.
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"Right," Reynolds said, looking at Jason, "Right. Okay. Right. Craig and Mei are heading to my safe place," he said, shaking his head.
"Sawyer's still in hospital unguarded," Jason mumbled, "But Danni and the girls are heading to Luke's safe house."
"What about Gail and the Greys?" Reynolds asked.
"They wont go after my parents, will they?" Teddy frowned.
"Of course they will. If they recognised you, your entire family are in danger," Reynolds said matter of factly, not beating around the bush. Teddy had fucked everyone over and he was yet to apologise, much to Jason's anger.
"I called in Ryan," Jason said, checking his watch, "He's going to grab Gail and he's going to get Grey and Ana and Phoebe-"
"You've got to go to the police," Teddy interjected.
"Of course, Sir. Any more obvious demands you'd like to make?" Reynolds said with a silencing stare, turning back to Jason again.
They'd driven out of the city at speed and were positive they hadn't been followed. Right now they were in a carpark overlooking the river, organising themselves as best they could.
"I'm going to call Gail when you're on the move, Reynolds," Jason said, scratching his chin as he watched Reynolds making his own copy of the video Teddy had recorded of the shooting. The former CIA was definitely in his element at the given moment. Whereas Jason, Luke and Ryan provided the force, Reynolds was their intelligence. He kept them right and up to date, a weapon in his own way.
"I'll get in touch with Welch," Reynolds nodded, "We need more bodies and Welch and I can play the Police field."
"What about me?" Teddy frowned, "What do I do?"
Shut up would be a start, Jason thought, glaring a little at Teddy's continual questions. He was still waiting on an apology from Teddy for creating this clusterfuck.
"Do I go with Reynolds to the police?" Teddy pressed, "As a witness?"
"Teddy you are not going into custody," Jason growled, "You're coming with me. I'm not going to let you out of my sight until this mess is cleaned up. At least slightly."
"Where are you taking him?" Reynolds asked then shook his head, "Don't answer that. How will we find you?"
"Gail will know," Jason sighed, shaking his head then freezing when a pair of headlights drove past them on the road, "You better get going, Reynolds. I'll try and get in touch as quickly as possible."
"Okay, boss," Reynolds nodded, taking Sawyer's car keys, "Are you sure you'll be okay walking?"
"I'm a marine; we'll be fine," Jason said firmly then grabbed Teddy's shoulder and pushed him forward, "Keep everyone safe, James. Everyone."
He didn't need to say her name out loud; Reynolds knew who Jason was most worried for; his dear little Woman.
"Of course," Reynolds nodded then added to confirm, "She'll never leave my side. I promise."
"Thanks," Jason said then looked at Teddy, "Come on, you. We've got five kilometres to walk."
Teddy glared but said nothing thankfully as Reynolds drove back into the city, leaving them walking a public footpath.
